22 Years Of Safe Driving Ruined By An Elderly Driver

Maybe with a 6.2 under the hood!

 

I’d like to build them.

 

When I was a kid we moved next door to a guy who was in his 90s. He told me stories about unloading railroad cars full of coal with a shovel for a dollar a day and working 12-hour shifts in the packing houses. "Don't bad mouth unions, son!" he'd say. "They got us better pay!"

Anyway, the state took away his license when he was 96 because he wiped out five parked cars downtown with his Electra 225. He was going about 25 mph when he did that. After that, though, he kept driving up to a town about 100 miles away so his wife could see her sister every month or so. He just took the back roads so the cops wouldn't catch him. He was 99 or 100 when he died in the late '70s. Pretty feisty guy. I think he figured, What are they going to do to me? Put me in jail?

 

Not riding with him, thats for sure. Dear old dads driving had scared the daylights out of me for a long time. He nearly T - boned me in a wally parking lot one time. By some miracle he never had an accident.

 

I've heard it said, the Lord looks out for fools and little children,,

 

This is why I'm not opposed to having a camera in the cab, provided it's used correctly (e.g. not how Swift uses theirs)

 

Dang 5.3s just didn’t have the torque .

 

I didn’t realize what a horrible driver my mom was until I rode with her in my mid20s

I commented about this to my much older brothers who said Duh. Why do you think we never rode in a car with her.

After I started to comment and tease my 55 yo mother about her driving she commented

“ I have never gotten a ticket or been in an accident “

To which I replied. “ Nor have you ever looked in you rear view mirror at The fiery death and Carnage you indirectly caused”

Kind of like the squirrel jumping out in the road.

 

My grandmother drove until age 93. Her home had a steep and I mean steep driveway and she had her self a souped up five speed stick shift Toyota Celica at the time. LOL I’d go to visit and I’ll be asleep in the bedroom and she can get up to go to the grocery store. I’d hear the engine revving up to probably 5000 RPMs or more followed by squealing tires in the very strong distinct smell of burning rubber. She would go through about two clutch jobs per year. She couldn’t figure out why her tires always wore down so quickly. One day she she got the #### car so revved up and pop that clutch out and flew up the driveway and into the neighbors yard across the street. After that she gave up driving. I used to think that poor woman, if somebody just bought her an automatic she probably could’ve drove until she was around 100 or so.